Some pages of a torn-diary (part -22)

by Alok nandna Dedicated to a Nightingale
October 9
It is a hectic day and interesting day. The news of Russian campaign has spread all around the city. Today a lot of people came to meet me. They were asking more and more about this campaign. Again I have an entered into an active life. More than fifty people went to the local passport office and brought more than hundred passport forms. Very carefully I have selected some young men to deal those visitors. I have made a special group that is watching very keenly all the political development of Russia. According to their report the old KGB officer and present president of Russian is going to win the election. I am also convinced with them but I have fixed the target, I want to establish myself as a leader of an international vision, and provoke our people to think internationally. Everything is going very well. A leader should never disclose his whole mind before his followers, a secret goal is the strength of a leader.

October 10
Beyond imagination, a group of young people came to meet me far from a remote areas. They had listened about me a lot, and wanted to meet me. In fact they were very eager to join me. I had no any banner but I assured them very soon I was going to form a political party. They told me that all the young people of that area wanted to listen me, if I gave him my time, they would manage a big public meeting there. Really it was a good news for me, my ideas and words were spreading from mouth to mouth in the air. But I did a little mistake here, I could not think about the government's secret agents. They were watching my activity keenly, they were trying to enter into my inner organization. I realized it when all the documents regarding this Russian campaign had been stolen for one day, and latter I found those documents at the same place. I consulted all the loyal members of my team but could not get a satisfactory answer. First time I was encountering with the secrets agents. Very soon I realized that my Omen was under surveillance. Even my all activities were being watched. I have entered into a dangerous game, let me play it skillfully.

11 October
For last some days I have been trying my level best to consult the ultra nationalist leader and its party through net. When my followers ask me about it I say,'' Do not worry, I am in constant touch with that leader and his people. We are going to enter into Russia very soon.'' They believe in my words. A leader can never be honest.
Leading and honesty are two poles apart. I am telling lie because I do not want to loose the faith of my followers. But still I am under pressure, because I have no connectivity with the ultra-nationalist leader.
Today some young girls also came to meet me. They asked me a lot of questions regarding national and international politics, I tried my level best to satisfy them. They wanted to go with me to Russia.

12 October
I was sleeping in my Omen. It was late night. Suddenly I felt that someone entered into my Omen. As soon as I tried to get up, that man asked in a harsh voice, ''Friend!''
''Friend!,'' I recognized the voice, it was the voice of my father. He would always used this word when he was on duty.
''Father! It is you ?'' I said.
''No father, I am on my duty. Let me talk to you as an officer. What you are doing? ''
''What I am doing! What do mean by these words?''
''You are being discussed very keenly in the secret agents' world. Do you know the consequence of it? You can be arrested anytime. All the officers are very much interested what is going on in your mind. And today I have been sent here to talk to you. You do not think I am your father, just let me read your mind. Now tell me about your Russian campaign.''
''Let me put on the light,'' I said and tried to get up again.
'No light. We will talk in darkness.'


'Your department knows that you are my father?' I asked, getting up.
'The department has the record of your whole life, since your childhood till now. It does not want to harm you, it is only interested in your mind. It seems that your are going to disturb the peaceful life of the citizens and it is not good. So tell me everything very clearly.'
''But father! You are not responsible for my act, India is a democratic country, and here every one has right to say his words peacefully.''
''Peacefully! Then why you are hanging the picture of Adolf Hilter in this hut?''
''Have you seen it?''
''No, I have read it in the record book of our department. Why you are hanging this bloody killer in this hut?, It is a sign of disturbance,'' he said angrily.
''It just give me strength to lead the people. ''
''He has done a crime against humanity! No government under the sky will tolerate the rise of Nazism. Indian is a democratic country, what do you think? Will it allow you to praise Hitler and Nazism? No, Never, not at all.''
''But I do not believe in all the democratic leaders of this country. What they have done? Nothing…nothing and nothing. ''
''I have not come here for a political discussion. I have been asked to know about your plan regarding Russian campaign, and all the hell that is going on in your mind. You want to throw away the democratic government? Such type of extreme ideas will be crushed at any cost. You do not know the power of government, '' he said, sitting on a chair.
''You are threatening me?''
''No, I am trying to save you from destruction. All the secret organizations of the world are taking interest in you. They are trying to cover you. You are an energetic boy and has a revolutionary temper, so you can be misguided and used easily. You just stop yourself. It is my request. I know every one has its own destination, but my son do not choose the way that will lead you to destruction. Now I will not ask what is in your mind. But it has been a proven truth that ultra nationalism is not good for humanity.
''Ok father, I am going to stop this campaign. I was just experimenting with my ideas. I do not want to harm any one,'' I said politely.
''Now you have become young! And I think you are enjoying your Omen too much. How are your girls friends?,'' he asked.
''Girl friends !''
''My department has all the records of those persons who are coming in your Omen. I can understand it that my son has become young. You are enjoying beer and Bodaka too much. Would you not offer it to your father? Leave it, as it is too late, '' he said and laughed.
''Father for a long time I am thinking of a woman. Would you mind to help me in this regard?,'' I asked hesitating.
''You are young now, so you help yourself in this regard. Better you think about marriage. No arrange marriage, first love some a beautiful intelligent girl and think to marry with her…a bad life partner can make your life hell. Always remember it. It is the universal truth. I tried my level best to give you good education, and then allowed you to lead your life according to your own ways, now time has come for you to select a good life life partner. I was married with your mother when I was only eleven years old. It was an arrange marriage. Till now she could not understand me. She sings her own song and I recite my own poetry. In spite of it we are living together since marriage. It is Indian and here marriage is considered God's will. But with little skill you can manage a happy life with selecting a good partner,'' he said.
''Now I am not in mood to marry with any one. I earning nothing. How can I manage a happy life? ''
''You want a job?''
''Not now.''
''Then enjoy your life…Now I will go. I hope you will keep yourself away from any unwanted public work.''
''I will try.''
When my father went away in the darkness, I stood up and put on the light. On the ground I saw the foot print of his boots.
''Father although I am going to stop my Russian campaign, I will not follow you footprints. I will fight against the Mobocrecy,'' I mumbled and turned to the portrait of Adolf Hitler.'' Hitler! like you I cannot go against the will of my father. But do not worry I will change my strategy soon. Now let me face my followers. ''


13 October
When I declared that the Russian campaign had been postponed, all the youths related to this mission was disappointed, but no one dared to ask me the reason. I said them that Russian Government was not ready to accept us as political workers in his country. The ultra-nationalist leader had tried his best to convince the government, but we were not allowed. They were satisfied with my words and I realized that I was able to control the mind of youths in lucid manner.
But at the same times a mixed reaction came from every walk of life. I was one the most comic person in the city for some people. They were laughing over me and my Russian campaign. I felt that in spite of not getting my target, I was very near to success as it was I who was being discussed all around political circles…Laughing was no matter to me. World ! Laugh, laugh over, the time will come when I will laugh over you.